We're are all the echoes of our Parents, Habits they learnt from Recurrence Passed throughout the long History With places and events some a Mystery They had strived for and Been, The sounds sights heard and those Seen, The banal and marvels, elusive or achieved, Stories of Thoughts and Emotions Believed. Of every being you have Touched. Hearts 'n Minds through events Clutched Each passing moment of time and Space In our never ending angst and Race Another brushstroke on our Canvas. So recognise, to live always with your Best Maybe someday you will look back a Test In the myriad of this entropic Flow We must live and die our Plateau?
Conjecture
The plague of humanity will surely end in insanity
If we don’t look after ourselves, the mind that delves
Deep into our reason for Living and Dying
Realizing that Happiness is not for buying
